Free

An existential angst song that has one of the last times I followed by tendency to have a long, slow build up ending, but I think it works...and I like the inclusion of the term "image tribe." I stole from a marketing guy from the 80s.

Lyrics

I feel the weather pull me down
The wind and the rain keep swirling around me
Pounding it out of me
You say I'm a fool to take it on
You say that it's just too strong
It'd be better to surrender
Down to the cold hard naked ground

So just let it all come down
Just let it all run through my hands
Just let it all run down
Just let it all run through my hands

I've written this verse a million times
I can't seem to find the rhyme
To the laughter that comes after the violent crime
You make me the bagman or the bribe
Watching the angry image tribes
Wandering, gathering steam in the sultry summertime

So just let it all run down
Just let it all run through my hands

Just let it all run down

I used to think love and logic would free us
Like some digital Jesus
But now there's something there between us
And it don't feel like no spiritual genius
So just let it all run down
Let it all run down
Let it all run down

Let it all run down
Just let it all run through my hands
Just let it all run down

I don't need you to go I don't need you to stay
I don't need you to take me to where I am
I don't need you to go
I don't need you to take me to where
I just want it to all run down I just want it to all run down
I just wanted to all run down run down, run down